When I was sixteen, I did not give much thought to my future. I was concerned with more important issues like how quickly I could get my driver’s license, where the parties were and how I could manage to stay out past my curfew. I was not highly motivated to work towards any particular career or life goals. I had no desire to be a doctor or lawyer. I didn’t care about becoming rich or acquiring as many “things” as possible. For me, life would simply continue forward and whatever was going to happen would just happen. By mid-life I figured I would have graduated college, moved to some tropical location, be single and working to make just enough money to get by so I could spend my free time at the beach or just hanging out. For better or worse, things didn’t exactly work out that way. I can surprisingly recall the exact two moments where I had to make decisions that I knew would decide the direction of my life. I’m happy with the choices I made. There will be plenty of time to sit on the beach when I’m retired.
image credit: Evan L. Kropp. Pineapple Beach St. Thomas, USVI (2003)